Submissions by Drakkoon (William)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Thoughtful freeflow that may not make sense.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Oct 2011 2:13am
28th Oct 2011 2:13am
W a k e u p.
Beat drop
Let it rock
Hammer on the anvil
Riding on the stirrup
Tympanum beating into my brain
My brain wants to rock
So my foot keeps tapping
Throw it back
Heart attack
Liver wrecked
Break your neck
Think you're cool
You look like a fool
But such stuff begins softly
Green leaves
Ingested through your system
Crash landed
in your brain
No more shadows
Now your sane
For a few miiiiiiiiiiinutes
Schools now storehouses
Sorting things like warehouses
Fights break out like meat houses
And...
Let it rock
Hammer on the anvil
Riding on the stirrup
Tympanum beating into my brain
My brain wants to rock
So my foot keeps tapping
Throw it back
Heart attack
Liver wrecked
Break your neck
Think you're cool
You look like a fool
But such stuff begins softly
Green leaves
Ingested through your system
Crash landed
in your brain
No more shadows
Now your sane
For a few miiiiiiiiiiinutes
Schools now storehouses
Sorting things like warehouses
Fights break out like meat houses
And...
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Oct 2011 11:03pm
27th Oct 2011 11:03pm
Sharpie and Cereal
It stares me down to break me apart
The rain outside drenching my heart
with it's cleaning tools and its solemn feel
Make it stop for none of it's real
And as I sit here alone again
Wondering who all are my friends
I think of a few I could ask
To possibly get my life back
The firsts one hurt, the second one not as much
my heart, now, because of this, crush
My feet being roasted like Thanksgiving chicken
My head burning like a Jack O Lantern's candle,
and the red and green on my computer screen,
empty bowls and other things
lie around my...
The rain outside drenching my heart
with it's cleaning tools and its solemn feel
Make it stop for none of it's real
And as I sit here alone again
Wondering who all are my friends
I think of a few I could ask
To possibly get my life back
The firsts one hurt, the second one not as much
my heart, now, because of this, crush
My feet being roasted like Thanksgiving chicken
My head burning like a Jack O Lantern's candle,
and the red and green on my computer screen,
empty bowls and other things
lie around my...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Oct 2011 4:03am
10th Oct 2011 4:03am
The Most Unusual Thing
I walk along a gravel road
going between useless destinations
I am beginning to fail in my own,
I promise myself I shall do better next time
The sun blazing over me
The endless sky swallowing my sight
wearing clothing that is as boring as the concrete below me
wondering what is in store for the last hour and thirty seconds of this day
At least the sounds of construction give me company
As I walk onto the growing grass they tried to lay
People walking by, showing no emotion
Listening to my iPod for comfort
It is a Friday, and the last day of...
going between useless destinations
I am beginning to fail in my own,
I promise myself I shall do better next time
The sun blazing over me
The endless sky swallowing my sight
wearing clothing that is as boring as the concrete below me
wondering what is in store for the last hour and thirty seconds of this day
At least the sounds of construction give me company
As I walk onto the growing grass they tried to lay
People walking by, showing no emotion
Listening to my iPod for comfort
It is a Friday, and the last day of...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Aug 2011 5:45am
20th Aug 2011 5:45am
Tea
I like tea, I like milk.
I love cotton, I love silk.
Pokemon, Gameboy, DSi.
YouTube makes the world go by.
Hours of video on the screen.
I sit and watch and laugh and things.
It makes me happy, sometimes sad.
Angry, hyper, depressed-creepy-mad.
Internet, internet, computer screen.
I'm addicted, and get kind of mean.
I love it, I hate it, it confuses me.
And yes, this poem is short, Whoopee.
I love cotton, I love silk.
Pokemon, Gameboy, DSi.
YouTube makes the world go by.
Hours of video on the screen.
I sit and watch and laugh and things.
It makes me happy, sometimes sad.
Angry, hyper, depressed-creepy-mad.
Internet, internet, computer screen.
I'm addicted, and get kind of mean.
I love it, I hate it, it confuses me.
And yes, this poem is short, Whoopee.
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Aug 2011 2:36am
8th Aug 2011 2:36am
I ate Creepypasta.
It's 9:22
I have no shoes.
They're under my bed.
Things in my head.
Creepypasta fills the spaces,
Now I'm terribly lost in places.
My girlfriend just broke up with me,
Crrepypasta doesn't help me sleep.
The corrupted visions, slenderman.
Slides towards me as fast as he can.
Demonic voices from YouTube haunt.
They won't stop, what do they want?
A host to stay, and make me pray,
but my religion doesn't work this way.
Relationship is bad.
Creepypasta is glad.
Now they drag me to school, and changed all the rules.
And what plays...
I have no shoes.
They're under my bed.
Things in my head.
Creepypasta fills the spaces,
Now I'm terribly lost in places.
My girlfriend just broke up with me,
Crrepypasta doesn't help me sleep.
The corrupted visions, slenderman.
Slides towards me as fast as he can.
Demonic voices from YouTube haunt.
They won't stop, what do they want?
A host to stay, and make me pray,
but my religion doesn't work this way.
Relationship is bad.
Creepypasta is glad.
Now they drag me to school, and changed all the rules.
And what plays...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2011 9:36pm
3rd Aug 2011 9:36pm
The Internet.
I like to sit at home.
Enjoying my computer screen.
The things that fly by.
They all have been seen.
Liked, disliked, complaints, restraints,
Joy, sadness, trolls, saints.
Too many people smashed into places.
Some of them not even a smile on their faces.
But the reason i sit at home the most,
in front of this screen,
is because the people cannot be seen.
You can't be hurt by words, some people might say.
Words on the internet don't work that way.
In forms of electronics, DSi's, computers,
iPod, iPhone, communications, and users
take...
Enjoying my computer screen.
The things that fly by.
They all have been seen.
Liked, disliked, complaints, restraints,
Joy, sadness, trolls, saints.
Too many people smashed into places.
Some of them not even a smile on their faces.
But the reason i sit at home the most,
in front of this screen,
is because the people cannot be seen.
You can't be hurt by words, some people might say.
Words on the internet don't work that way.
In forms of electronics, DSi's, computers,
iPod, iPhone, communications, and users
take...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Jul 2011 10:28pm
31st Jul 2011 10:28pm
Door
A wooden door.
It's just a door.
And here I sit
on the floor.
Should I go through?
Say no more.
It is progress, it is change.
but now the English language rearranged.
No one speaks it, they speak in tongues
not of English, but of wrongs.
They know no right, know no light.
As if there was none to be tonight.
Or today, I'm not so sure.
I look out the window for a cure.
But no cure sits in my window, just a cat.
She makes me smile, just like that.
'Cocoa.' I call, and she meows so cutely
I kind of forget I'm watching anything....
It's just a door.
And here I sit
on the floor.
Should I go through?
Say no more.
It is progress, it is change.
but now the English language rearranged.
No one speaks it, they speak in tongues
not of English, but of wrongs.
They know no right, know no light.
As if there was none to be tonight.
Or today, I'm not so sure.
I look out the window for a cure.
But no cure sits in my window, just a cat.
She makes me smile, just like that.
'Cocoa.' I call, and she meows so cutely
I kind of forget I'm watching anything....
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Feb 2011 9:23pm
28th Feb 2011 9:23pm
Today
I wonder what I will do today.
Sit in the corner and looks upon my life as some forgotten memory of long ago.
Cut myself until I drain myself of my blood, by just a cup.
Try to find something to drown my pain, or for that matter make it to the point where I can't feel it.
Like my body spilt onto the floor like some used up napkin.
Used for some delirious purpose that mankind decides for the fate of me.
Like corrupted society which corrupts the minds of our own.
Like when people say that you are worthless and drained.
I write my feelings, I've cut myself, and I...
Sit in the corner and looks upon my life as some forgotten memory of long ago.
Cut myself until I drain myself of my blood, by just a cup.
Try to find something to drown my pain, or for that matter make it to the point where I can't feel it.
Like my body spilt onto the floor like some used up napkin.
Used for some delirious purpose that mankind decides for the fate of me.
Like corrupted society which corrupts the minds of our own.
Like when people say that you are worthless and drained.
I write my feelings, I've cut myself, and I...
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Feb 2011 2:21am
28th Feb 2011 2:21am
Split
There is the light on my left
and the key on my right,
Too many in the dark,
too much in the light.
And that is why now
I sit by myself
holding my head
and wait for it to stop splitting.
So such is my life.
and the key on my right,
Too many in the dark,
too much in the light.
And that is why now
I sit by myself
holding my head
and wait for it to stop splitting.
So such is my life.
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DU Poetry : Submissions by Drakkoon (William)
